Was it in your higher wisdomThat you turned your light from meOr was it just your sense of humorThat for a moment I should seeIn that darkness was I weepingIn that silence sadly freeNow I'm waiting in your valleyTo be standing on your mountainThat I might tumble down your hillsideTo a place that waits for me.

From a time I dare to mentionI was shown the broken lineIn this world of good intentionsThe cruelest love can seem so kindAnd you may harbor quiet sorrowBut to speak it is the crimeAnd so I'm waiting in your valleyTo be standing on your mountainThat I might tumble down your hillsideTo a place that waits for me.

I am soldier without country

Having laid my guns to restI am time without the notionYou could say I floundered with the bestI have followed after hungerAnd I watched my wants infestNow I'm waiting in your valleyTo be standing on your mountainThat I might tumble down your hillsideTo a place that waits for me.

I have asked so many peopleWhat the spark of life might beBut they bade me not to ask forMore than the muted heart could beAnd though they posed me many facesAll but one I could not seeAnd so I'm waiting in your valleyTo be standing on your mountainThat I might tumble down your hillsideTo a place that waits for me.